Take time to look at clouds during the downtime of your day.
They have their own quirky ways of speaking to us.
Like guests at a Halloween party, they don't want to be recognized.
They change their faces, colors, and shapes every other minute.
They can't stand having the same identity for more than a moment.
Look up at the sky one second and you see the Pillsbury Doughboy.
Three minutes later, his cheerfulness melts away,
and suddenly he looks like a pillow that hasn't been laundered in months.
We have all seen it.
Sometimes they are so virginal white and majestic that we want to reach out and touch
We all see something different when we look at them.
We just can't turn our eyes away from their fluffy appearance.
Then we rise from the park bench and go right on with our day,
forgetting the magic five minutes later,
even though we go back to work feeling a little less stressed,
a little more light-hearted and relaxed.
We just witnessed a miracle above us,
but somehow it doesn't seem to matter, does it?
Subconsciously it does, but not on the surface of our minds.
We don't realize how much we need those strange creatures in our lives.
God assigned them a job, and they do it in their own quiet ways.
They offer us entertainment at no charge.
We enjoy the fun spectacle, but only for a moment.
It helps us get through rough days.
It makes us forget about annoying bosses and nagging relatives who chip away at our spirits.
Too bad we don't realize just how much clouds work wonders on our souls.